Okay, does anybody know how to contact the "Technical Problem People"?
I don't know about the rest of you but my Traffic says that from about Thursday of last week (5-13-10) to today (5-22-10)
that no one has been visiting my story. Which is impossible because I got at least four reviews within that time period on three chapters.
I know that my story is not the best out there, but I know more people are reading it than 0. See there's at least 2 people.
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Tradition is nothing more than the democratic votes of those that came before us.
"Thank you for your kindness," Jade bowed, in respect, to the neighbors.
I didn't care to learn their names. I don't like new faces. I felt itchy in the clothes that Eddie had left for us, but I bowed all the same. Only a few people from the fire department had come over to stop the fires. And since the fires were already out, only a few after that had stayed to check what was left over. My Dad was one of them. While Jade got into a conversation with the neighbors, my attention became focused on the conversation between him and Grandad. Even though I was human now, my senses were still heightened just enough to make out what they were saying.
"I don't think that you should tell her anything, Dad," Dad whispered at Grandad on the floor, "And stop eating like an animal."
"(Well, forgive me for not eating at the table like a human being son, especially since you've declared me to be dead.)," Grandad growled softly,"(and you're still too young of a pup to tell me what to do.)"
"Dad, even if I was a Shisá, I wouldn't be a 'pup'."
"(Just because you've refused our families heritage, son, doesn't mean that you aren't still part of it.)," Grandad chuckled to himself as he continued to eat.
"It was bad enough that I had to get him a Growlithe," Dad hissed.
"(If you didn't then he would have found one on his own. You know that.)"
"That's why I left Leo with you. That way they wouldn't bond," Dad sneered, Grandad didn't seem to mind, "And yet you somehow dragged my son into being a Shisá?"
"(I keep telling you, we couldn't stop him. All we could do was prepare him.)," Grandad licked the bottom of the bowl.
"You still don't have to drag him into your crazy conspiracy theories."
"(Look son, someone or something is targeting that girl and they were using me and Tyrone to do it.)"
"I said that I don't want to hear it, Dad."
"(Tyrone's the only reason that I didn't kill that girl.), " Grandad argued, "(Her life was more important to him than any order. Even one from a real Aniki.)"
"More reason to keep them apart from each other. I can't let Tyrone develop like this any further."
"Yes, we were quite lucky to have had Eddie around," Jade laughed, "Isn't that right Tyrone…?"
"No…," I was struck by my father's words. Keeping me away from my Aneki was not something that I wanted. It would be like removing my tail with a rusty saw blade. No, even worse than that. I'd rather have my heart pulled out of my chest.
"Now, I know you two don't get along, but-," Jade wasn't moving. She didn't hear what my father was planing. I wanted her to move.
"Jade, we have to go," I urged her, "we're… going to be late for school."
"Son, you've been through a lot," Dad stood up to try to stop us, "Stay home for the day, to recover."
"No, I'm fine really," I pulled Jade to follow me, "Let's go, Jade."
"(Looks like he could hear us…)," Grandad snickered.
"I insist," Dad started to come after us, but then…
"No, he's right," Eddie somehow snuck up behind Dad, "they're having a special event today. We've been looking forward to it all weekend."
"Well, we certainly can't keep you waiting now can we," the old woman (who was the neighbor) smiled kindly, believing Eddie's lie whole heartedly.
"Then I'll drive them," Dad volunteered, not wanting to make a scene, but at the same time determined to separate us.
"There's no need for that Mr. Bondell," Eddie grinned and walked in front of Dad, "I'm going there, so I can take them with me."
"What," I asked like an idiot.
"Did you forget about our little bet, Tyrone," Eddie winked at me as if he had a plan, "and it would bad for me to go back on my word."
I remember the bet. At first, the deal was for him to stay out of our lives forever. But I changed it at the last minute. Oh, sweet God, thank you for Irony.
"What kind of bet," Dad was frightened by that statement, "What did he bet?"
"Nothing really," Eddie lied again, "He won the battle and beat my Gayrados, Jake."
"My son beat your…"
"Well, his Growlithe did," Eddie shrugged, everyone (except for me) in the room was impressed, "Your son has done a marvolous job raising him. Jake and I hadn't have that much fun for years."
"Leo beat your Jake," Jade was smiling wide eye, "Tyrone, why didn't you tell me? That's amazing!"
"But it was… just a Pokémon Battle," I said, not really understanding why everyone was so impressed with it, nor why everyone in the room had suddenly thought that the subject was so important.
"Tyrone, are you really that dense," Jade snapped, "This is Edward Ebisu. The heir to the Ebisu fortune and RTC Champion three years running."
My jaw dropped, while Eddie only waved and put that stupid grin on his face.
Leo had beaten the RTC champion. And Eddie was going to go through with the bet anyway?
If only John was still alive to see this…
"Hurry, they're catching up to us," Jade shouted.
"They've already got Brandon," Tyrone cried, "and they're going to get us next."
"Groooooowlithe," our pursuers howled. Yes, they sicked Growlithe on us. As soon as they realized they had four of the students less after nap time, they organized a search party. Growlithe would be a lot more gentle in catching us than most other Pokémon could be.
"I don't wanna go back," Jade cried, "I wanna go home."
"Hey, I forgot, Dad gave me Jay-jay today," I shouted, taking out the Pokéball that Dad gave to me earlier, "Tyrone you keep going with Jade, Jay-jay and I will stop the Growlithe."
"But…"
"Don't worry, I'll catch up," I smiled to reassure them.
They continued down the road while I stopped and turned around.
I press the button on the Pokéball and threw it just like I saw Dad do it.
And no… It wasn't an empty Pokéball. I know what some of you were thinking.
However, my dad would never lie to me. Anyone else he would, but never me.
"Let's go Jay-Jay," I cheered as the tiny Pokémon shook off the light that surrounded her.~~~~~~~~
"Tyler, time to get up," Karen called from outside of the Combuskin coop, "your dad's going to be here in a few minutes."
"(What the? When did I go to asleep?)"
"(Good morning to you too. Sounded like another exciting dream.)," Jyrotika was cooking something. She took the bowl over to the nest that I was sleeping in, "(Eat this. You haven't eaten much since you were born.)"
"(What is it?)," I gagged at the smell.
"(Three days worth of nutrition that you've missed.)," I swear Jyrotika was chuckling like a demon, "(You're going to have to eat it all up or else your body is going to break down from malnutrition.)"
"(Does it have any Happiness Berries in it?)," I asked suspiciously. (Hoping the answer would be 'yes' so that I'd have an excuse to not eat it.)
"(Of course not!)," Jyrotika huffed to herself, "(I said that it's nutritious. Happiness berries lower stats, not heighten them.)"
"(Does it taste… good?)," I wasn't sure that I would get a yes. The substance in question, looked like a Muk's Great Grandfather run over by a garbage truck. And it's scent was unidentifiable as either good or bad. The scent was too strong to tell for certain.
"(Don't give me that face.)," Jyrotika nagged.
"(What are you, my mother?)," I turned my beak up.
"(It tastes better than that bird seed that we've feed with lately.)"
"(Then you eat it.)"
"(I'm not going to argue about this with you, Milkshake.)"
"(My name is Tyler.)"
"(No… It's Milkshake.)," Jyrotika had tears forming in her eyes, "(at least, for a few more minutes.)"
At that statement, Jyrotika started what would be the avian equivalent to grooming. Plucking out loose feathers. Stroking the firm ones down. Despite my complaints, Jyrotika had finished making me look presentable in her eyes. Frankly, it was freaking me out. I guess it's been a long time since a Torchic really wasn't coming back to the farm. I didn't know the real reason quite yet…
"(Okay, Jyrotika, you can stop now.)," I was saved by Banhi, "(You know how scary that Bisha person can be when someone is late. Don't want him dying of fright, now do we?)"
"(Wait, one last thing.)," Jyrotika said, running to retrieve the forgotten bowl of Grandpa Muk. She threw a few embers on it to heat it up again. I tried to use Quick Attack to run away, but Banhi caught me easily.
"(Now do you want to eat this yourself or I shall regurgitate it for you? Either way, you're going to eat it.)"
"I can't believe that Tyler lied to me," Brandy muttered to himself, Phineas waddling next to him.
"(Well, it's your own fault you know, Pops.)"
"Well, it's not like I'm surprised that he did, it's just," Brandy wasn't really listening to Phineas, "why would he lie to me about something like his father's identity? Is he embarrassed or something?"
"(I can't think of anything that Tyler did that would embarrass his son.)," Phineas thought to himself.
"I say we confront him about it, Phineas," Brandy put both hand behind his head as he walked, "although, that could make him resent me more. Man, I wish Uncle Phineas was here. He'd know what to do."
"(Then I'll do it.)," Phineas leaped up to get Brandy's attention, "(I'll talk to him.)"
"You'll talk to him," Brandy translated, "No, I'm the responsible one, I'll do it."
"You'll do what," Karen appeared from behind the shrine.
"Talk to 'our son'," Brandy still didn't feel comfortable about calling John/Tyler that, "Is he in his Pokéball, or was he kidnapped again?"
"(I'm so glad that your confidence in my ability to take care of myself is improving, dad.)," Tyler grumbled to himself as he followed Karen.
"He wouldn't go in it," Karen shrugged, "and he wont let me carry him either."
"Well, Torchic have to mature almost as quickly as Bug Pokémon evolve."
"(Hi Phineas…)," Tyler gagged.
"(What's wrong with you? You look greener than usual.)," Phineas poked the sick bird.
"(I refused to eat my food…)," Tyler wobbled, "(I should have. Granpa Muk has got to taste better the first time.)"
"(Gag me with a spoon…)," Phineas stuck his tongue out, "(I don't want to know what you meant by that.)"
"God, this is bad," Pink gasped, as she and her sister arrived. The Sixth was laying on a couch, breathing uneasily. Her right eye was bandaged and her clothes were torn in many places. There were a multitude of cuts and bruises that would make her look like a combination fillet of Wiki and Iapapa Berries. And for those of you that don't live in a world with such Berries, imagine hiding large tomato sized grapes inside your ankles and you can guess the rest. She was close to critical condition.
"Just hurry up and fix her," Bisha growled, "I have other business that I need to attend to."
"How did she get like this," Blue was not hesitent to take out her relic for the Sixth.
"She claims to have found the Pokémon that are 'hiding themselves amonst the humans,' but she failed to defeat them," Bisha didn't watch as Blue worked her magic, as he dug in his desk for the papers that Pink drew on, "But before you ask, here's what you wrote."
"Wow, I'm a really good artist," Pink sighed to herself as she looked through the sheets of paper, "I wish that I could remember what it's like to call on Dargais's power."
"I keep telling you how much more confident you become," Blue smiled at her sister, popping off the cork to the gourd, "Now, is there anything else that you need to share before I give you this."
"Just give me the damn elixir already."
Sixth didn't give Blue a chance refuse her the liquid. Sixth snatched the gourd and drank greedily. Taking gulp after gulp as if someone would steal the life giving elixir away from her. Not that it mattered how much she drank. Her wounds would heal just as quickly, regardless. After she was done, she fainted and entered an unnatural sleep. The more permanent side effect would become apparent when she will later wake from her comatose state.
An orange light sparked through of the cracks of her skin. Sealing up any openings that were made from the previous night. Her fingers twitched as if she was still in pain, but her face showed no signs of agony, nor enjoyment of the process. Even the maker of Blue's artifact couldn't tell if this magic was painful. Soon every blemish on her skin disappeared and returned to it's more natural colors. The orange glow faded away when every wound was healed. Every wound except for one in specific…
"Is it done?"
"Of course, why doubt Celtnis's ability now," Blue smiled before noticing the man that was sprawled in the corner of the room, "Should I get him some too?"
"Don't bother," Bisha snapped, "Just go on with your lives. I'll finish things here."
The girls left the room without saying another word.
Pitying the creature that they left alone with Bisha.
Principal Bisha shut the door behind them.
Then set his sights on Tenma.
"Now Smith," Bisha glared, Tenma only flinched, "I expect you to stay here with her until I get back. When she wakes up, I want you to tell her everything that you know about last night and whatever else she'll have forgotten."
"Yes… sir," Tenma still cringed at calling Bisha that, "I'll stay with her."
"I swear, if her family flame went out," Bisha warned Smith as he left the room, "then I'll make what Ebisu had done look like a fairy tale in comparison."
At the slamming of the door, Tenma stopped shaking as much.
He would remain in that room for only a couple more hours.
He even found himself starring at some point.
For some reason he found peace with watching her sleep.
Realizing this only infuriated him even more.
"What is it about you humans that makes you so… charismatic?"
End
My reason for being late when I am this week:
My car has developed Alzheimer's. This is no Joke. It needed to go in for "reprograming".
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The chapter, not my car…